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This book must not 
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Library building. 

Some of the Things Mother Endured During the War, 1861 to 1865 

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By Mrs. Margaret Dixon : avis Philyaw ^ * *" 

1916 Xh O 

She *ent through so much, that it is hard to know whtEB to beg n. 

Her first heart-ache, however, was he parting with her boys, as she called theraj one, 
her nephew, whom she bad loved and petted always, he being the first baby in the family 
since she was a baby, and he was idolized by the entire family. lie is now Dr. 17. D. lie 
Ullan, surgeon of the '/.'ilmirgton Camp of United Confederate Veterans. Ha was only a boy 
in his teens then. The other one was fath r's youngest brother, whom mother raised as her 
o»n, his mother having died just before fa her e.nd mother were married. She took the baby 
brother and mothered him. She said when those two boys 1 arms were unclasped (at different 
times, they did not leave together) from around her nesk, and they marched away to face the 
cannon's mouth, she felt that her heart would break. But the) was only a beginning of the 
many things she was to suffer during that awful struggle. Those boys, (sixteen and nine- 
teen years olfl) , had lef % school to join the Army, 

Father's brother, William Thomas Davis, enlisted in Captain Kenan's Company, mobilized at 
Kenans ville, K. C., the boy's former home. He spent his summers there with .his father, and 
was devoted to Captain Kenan, and marched away with him, a noble looking fellow in his suit 
of grey, the little short jacket with brass buttons up the front, *3other thought, made a 
splendid picture. She was proud of her hoys, yet it wrung her heart t© part with them. Far 
nephew was wounded twice during the war, and came hone a jive, after the fearful struggle was 
over. Father's brother never came home again. He wac in the seven cay's fight ground Rich- 
mond, Va. The night after the seventh one was fought, they were in earap just outside of the 
City Limits, he dreamed that he was going to be killed in the next engagement, and that 
he would never see Llother agaJja. Tito dream was before him all day; he told his comrades that 
he never was superstitious, but he really believed that dream was a presentiment to him. They 
laughed at him, and said he was feverish from the excitement of the last battle. He rode 
into Richmond, and had his picture made, an old-fashioned daguerreotype, and went back to 
camp, wrote Mother the prettiest letter I ever read, and sent his p'cture, with a curl from 
his manly head, and placed it in the back o ' the picture under the glass. They came with the 
letter to Mother. He told her of his dream, and that he felt that it was really going to 
happen, and thanked her for -11 the loving kirsdnedd and tender, eyeful training she had given 
him, calling her his »aaat sister-mother, and his lest thoughts would be of bar* I have seen 
my mother read that letter, yellow with age, look at the hair and picture, and weep many times. 

next morning after he rode back to Camp, orders came to march to the borders of Maryland, 
he was fatally wounded at Gettysburg, then he was taken to Washington City to a hospital, 

and died. 

Father didn't hear of it for some time afterwards, and just as soon as he could go to Washing- 
ton, after it was all over, he did and tried to locate his grave, but could not. The hospi- 
tal that he died in had been burned and all records lost. They supposed he was buried at 
Arlington, with all the others who died there, but we could never find out positively. 

Many years <:fter the war was over, and Fattier made back some of his money, he spent a great 
deal trying to locate the grave, but was unsuccessful. 

Mother was then to part with her brother's only son, David Wright, who was in the Junior 
Reserves, Company A-9 Battalion, commanded by Captain T. L. Eybart. He did duty at Imith- 
ville, new Southport, and at other points on the Cape Fear River below Wilmington, H. C. 
He died of pneumonia caused by exposure on the river at Southport, H. C., on the 18th day 
of December, 1864.. 

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Captain Ed. Armstrong, father's first cousin was killed; also a connection, George Licflillan. 
Captain Ed. Armstrong and George McMillan's names are on the r 11 of honor kept by the Cape 
bear Chapter, Daughters of the Confederacy, and read every memorial Day. . other said that of 
the five boys vhom she loved so dearly, only Dr. LicMillan came back to her. The other four 
gave their noble lives for the cause. 

Father owned Castle Eayne plantation, where the Castle ITayne Station now stands. After the 
mar it was sold to Dr» Hogg, of Raleigh, and he sold it to the State for a Penetentiary Farm. 
Between the ^astle Haynes depot and the ferry, on the main road was a scrubby oak thicket, the 
trees having been kept small for hoop poles. The Confederates cut down this thicket and c nped 
there. The woods was filled with the white tents as far up as the church, there was a large 
frame house which was the home for all the preachers. Mother entertained ministers of all the 
denominations who preached in that church. She organized a Sunday School, and many a heart- 
sick, lonely boy, far away from home, was comforted and taught a better knowledge of the Sav- 
ior, through her influence in that little Sunday School. 1 

The white house sat in a grove on a high hill overlooking the river, across from where the 
Castle Haynes Depot stands now. I was born thero, in that house, and lived there until just 
before the war broke out, when M moved to Glenn Mary, on the Rose Hill Plantation, owned by 
my Mother, and just a few riles down the Ca3tle Haynes road. The nrgro quarters were there, 
and the overseer also, so we moved to Glenn Mary. The Confederates took the house on the 
river for the Officer's headquarters, -:nd it wusafterwards used as a hospital and finally 
burned by the Car et Baggers after the War, The Church stood about two sqxiares from where 
the Sailroad bridge crosses the river. The soldiers were kept there in eaap during the war, 
and the church was also used for a hospital, at times. 

Father was in the home guard, as he was too old to go with the troops. He walked guard on 
the river front in Wilmington, llother and the children were left on the plantation with just 
the negroe3 for protection. They were true slaves, most of then, yet some deserted her and 
went to the Yankees. All of tie old family slaves were loyal. The deserters were slaves that 
had been bought just before the war. One was a Guinae Negro and his wife bought from the 
Hermitage, on the Burgwin Estate. He was worse than a deserter, f/othor used to have good 
things cocked and -acked in large baskets, then she would take the children in the carriage 
and have Albert or George (they were the family coachmen) to drive her over to Camp with food 
for the soldiers. She also carried B.\j the >rood literature she could get. She did not know 
that there was a Camp of the enemy on the other side of the river, near Bocky Point. George 
and Albert had been sent to town with provisions and fresh clothing for my father, who was 
still walking guard, so iaother took this Guinae negro to drive her. The negroes had heard 
all the wonderful tales about what the Yankees were going to do for them, (but never did) . Ee 
and his wife planned to run away and go to them. She was to leave after the carriage had gone, 
but by a nearer road, and he vsas to drive Mother to the Yankee Camp instead of the Confederate 
his of the river. When father went away, he gave mother a small pistol tad told her to 
make a pocket under her belt and carry it always, for she would never know when she would have 
to use it. She said, after they were on the road a little way, she noticed a strange express- 
ion on his face. Re looked like a very demon, his eyes flashing, and his long white teeth 
protruding from his thick black lips. She said she knew that she was in for trouble when she 
looked at him. They reached the fork in the road and instead of going strai^fc, he turned the 
horses toward the ferry to go to the Yankees. She asked him why he did not go straight, and 
he said that he had her now, and he was n &-grinw to tuck her and her ycunguns to his folks". 
She said the truth da ned then upon her. The drive had made the children sleepy and they were 
leaning against each arm. She slipped her hand out from under brother, and drew her pistol 
and levelled it on his head and told him if he did not turn those horses and drive fast to the 
Confederate Camp, she would shoot him through. 

It took the negro so by surptise, he did not know that she was armed, and just then sonothing 
ran across the coad and frightened the horses, and they plunged forward, almost throwing the 
carriage over, but turned around and ran just as fast as they could, so that the man had to 
pay attention to them, or he would be thrown from the carriage. God Y*as withvher, she said; 
she believed that God caused the horses to get frightened to save her life, and her children. 
She kept the pistol pointed at his head until shecwas safe in the Confederate Camp, If th# 
horses had kept quiet, that big Guinae negro could have slapped the pistol out of her hand 

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in a flash and overpowdered her, but he was frightened; they are always cowards when in a 
tight place. The officers sent some of our men to see her safely hone, and took the negro 
prisoner. We never heard of, nor saw him again. And that is the way the Confederates found 
that the Yankees had ritched their tents on the other side of the river, near Rocky Point, 
not so far from our picket line. There were not many, but thoy outnumbered tho Confederate 

Father was guarding the Rebel's supplies under Captain Hewlett, when he fell at his post, 
unconscious, with yellow fever. He was taken to the old Rock Spring Hotel, but they didn't 
know what was the matter hia, until Dr. James Dickson came to him. He also was taken 
with it at the same time, but he came to father with the fever on him, and said they both had 
it, the worst kind. He sent for Dr. William J. Love, who was a student, I think, under Dr. 
Dickson, and I am not quite sure, but I think they were in the Army. Dr. Dickson said, 
■Billie, you i:iust get Sam BBOP Davis out of town tonight or he will be a deed ,an by morning. 
If the fresh air from the pines does not save, then he is gone." He was one of the very few 
who had black vomit and lived. Dr. Dickson said," I have the fever on me now, and I feel that 
I will not live, but Sam must be spared to his wife and babies; he must not die, Eilliel Go 
with him through the lines." Dr. Dickson gave him Ms horse (there were no others to be had 
then.) He wrote out the directions how he should bensursed and sent them to f.k>ther. She 
had always been s great pet with him since her early childhood. He told her just what to do, 
and when it should be done, and I, a twelve year old girl then, remember well seeing Mr. John 
St. George and Dr. William J. Love bringing Father in the house in the middle of the night, 
and he looked like he was dead. 

Mother an old black mammy nursed him, -ind that was just before my brother Sam was born. 
Father came very near dying, and. I don't think he was very strong after that. It had been an 
extremely cold winter, and a very hot summer after- that, and he had walked guard all those 
bitter cold nights, and stood so many hardships from extreme heat and cold, that he was not 
accustomed to. It told on his health for many years afterwaros. 

Dear old Dr. Dickson died with yellow fever September 22nd, 1862. L2y fattier was the last 
person he attended. Dr. Dicgson was one of the grandest men this town ever produced. A 
number of years afterwards, iSother named her youngest child »Iargaret Dickson, for the clear 
old doctor and his beloved wife, when Father began to improve, and get out, he was very weak, 
but the government needed salt, and he owned many negroes, so he rented the sound front from 
Kr. hit iorse at Greenville Sound, and opened up salt works, he sat in his buggy when he wa 
was too week to stand, and directed the negroes how to make salt. T} is lie did until he was 
taken ill again. Ehile he was so very sick he thought ho would never be able to work them 
ar)y more, so he sold the salt works to Mr. 17111 iam Reston of Wilmington, and he mado salt for 
the government, and his wife, who is now Mrs. Lou Bolles, made ink of gall-berries, and sold 
it to the soldiers to write home with. When Fathor recovered xrom the second illness, he 
went further down the sound and opened up other salt works, for the Confederacy needed all 
the salt they could get. He operated along the Sound about whore I-ioney Island is situated, 
or in front of whore Br. Percy Cowan now lives, and some of the old vats were on the 
shore up to a few years ago. He was making salt when he was called to go to Fort Fisher. 
Every man and boy who could shoot a gun was called. 

Be left the salt works in charge of his faithful negroes and went to Glenn Mary to tell 
Mother and the children good-bye, and all knew that it was going to be a bloody fight. He 
was so weak he could hardly carry a gun. Complications had set in from exposure, but he went. 
It was Christmas Day. I shall never forget that Christmas j the house was full of company for 
dinner. ISother packed all she could that father could take in a knapsack, everyone bade him 
God-speed, and ate their dinner, except poor mother and I. We excused ourselves, impolite as 
it was, v.e could not help it, and sat on the steps and watched Father go down the long Avenue 
to the main road and out of si ht» Mother and I both cried ourselves sick, our hearts were 
almost breaking j The roaring of the cannon shook the house and broke some of the windows. 
The men were passing all c y, goiiig to meet the enemy. I Id and young, every one who could 
handle a gun went. 

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y were sent part of the way down the riv-jr severe! tines, but v.ere tt:rned back each tine. 

It was the second attack, I think, when they were on their way to the fort again on a barge 
>r flat boat and could not make much } eadway against the tide, when the fort was blown up, and 
ihey received orders to turn back, that the fort had fallen and they knew tha^ meant the fall 
rf the confederacy, for really the fall of Ft. Fisher was the decisive blow. Orders cai:e to 

etroat, or they would be either killed or taken prisoner. They heard the explosion and saw 
•Jne mass of black smoke mingled with brick and cement, and human bodies in the air when the 
Tort fell. All was confusion. They did retreat and rnade their way to the ferry, to warn tho 

ew soldiers who were left to guard the riger there, for all knew that Wilmington would soon 
oe taken, and all hope for the confederacy was gone. 

fao Fort was captured January 15th 1865, but the first battle was Christmas day, December 25th 
L864, and the City of Wilmington was taken by the yankees on the 22nd day of February 1865, 
nother and mammy c nd her son black Goerge, to drive us into town, the day of the 21st, as the 
nen at the rifer at Castle Hayne had told her that it was not safe for her to stay there, and 
they expected that there might be a little fight along there between Prince Goerge Creek and 
3road Water or DaRossett Branch, which was there. The branch was just a few hundred yards from 
31en Mary, our house, and it was filled up when the Castle Haynes road was macadamised not 
■any years ago. They told us we must get to town quickly. We packed the few clothes that we 
sould, took some beds, and bed linens and started, leaving ovt faithful nurse to save all she 
30uld. We knew that they would not harm the colored people, and. the negro quarters wore far 
»nough for them to be out of danger. Mot' er took black Mammy, the old woman who had nursed 
ler, with us to care for the children. Flack George drove us to where Mre . Dr. hotter now 
lives on Market Street. Mrs. IcCaleb lived th^re then and took a few boarders. Soon after we 
got in, shells began to fly over the city. W 11 got down to the basement for fear they would 
burst on the house. That was an awful night, 'ust as our men expected, after the City was 
tsken and the Yankees were plundering the country around that c mp over the river started to 
narch into the city. The Confederates set them at Prince George Creek and they had Quite a 

Ihey fought across DaRossett branch, up and down the road into the orchard and yard at Glenn 
Mary. Our men that were left to guard the river th-~o, and were just raiting for the city to 
be t&ken and they expected to lay I -verything ..•otween the Ferry and the city, as they went 
long, but our little handful of me? 1 ready for them. They had taken dora the fences 
f om around Glenn Mary, and made pr bridges, not over the ferry, but nearly two miles up 
the Northeast River at Rose Eill, h t Glenn Mary. So when they crosses the ferry, and 
■arched towards Wilmington, tl o rebels met them at Prince George Creek. They roze up and 
■ade it so hot for them. They were more in numbers to start with, but our men got the best 
of them, wounding so many they fled towards the swamp and the Confederates mads their way to 
the North East River and crossed on their pontoons and took them mp after they crossed. Our 
men came out ahead of them if they did have the city. Everything was in confusion and not 
■uch was said about this skirmish, and the histories that v/ere accepted were written by Northe r 

After the Confederates were gone, the Yankees that were not w< unded came out of the swamp, 
took up the wounded and carried them to our house at Glen lYory. Their wounded were lying on 
the ground all around the hot:se. They stacked Mother's furniture out in the yard, all except 
what they wanted to use, to irake room for the cots, and set fire to it. They took axes and 
broke her piano all to pieces, because it was too heavy to move, and burned it. They had 
shot holes all through the house and played havoc generally. They used that house for some 
time, and ddd all the harm they could. When they did leave, they took everything they could 
carry with them, and then set fire to the house. Black Mammy's daughter, Magg, was my mother's 
maid from her girlhood . che knew that she could trust Magg, so she left her with her husband 
and many of the other negroes, to take caro of the home as best they could. Most of the neg- 
roes ran when they saw the Yankees coming, and hid in the swamp. Some of them came out, made 
friends with the Yarkees and finally went away with the enemy. Black Mammy, Albert, the 
carriage driver and Magg, the maid were faithful as long as they lived. 

After Mother and the children had gone to town for protection, Magg g- thered up what she could 
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hole and buried the box, nailed the flooring back down and put the carpet over it all. There 
was one little corner they didn't have time to nail down pood, and one of the Yankee Officers 
noticed it. (They mace the servants wait on them all the time that they were there.), so 
this man asked her one day about that carpet in the corner. She wouldn't tell him anything 
he wanted to know. Ee had his men rip up the carpet and flooring and they took long iron rods 
that they must have carried around for such purposes, and sounded the ground all underneath 
where the floor was. They found nothing. It made them so mad they pointed a big horse pis- 
tol at Mag's head and the Captain said that if she did not tell him what was buried there, 
that they would kill her then and there. 

She was always an impudent negro, to every one whoa she did not like, but very respectful to 
tboae she did like, and sha wasn't afraid of anyone, or anything. She was an exception to the 
rule. She laoked that Yankee Captain square in the face, putting her hands on her hips, and 
said, "Rill me, Sah. I aith't got but one time to die, and I would ruther die now than be left 
here with you Yankee Varmints l" He lowered his pistol to hie side and said, "Ho, I will not 
kill you this time, you black wench; you are too faithful to die." She said she knew that 
they did not miss that box a foot, for they dfcrove that iron rod all around just as deep as it 
would go. It was that same day that they set fire to the house, and marched away and left it 
to burn. Those faithful negroes tried to put it out, but could do nothing with only a few 
buckets and the wind very high. Magg saw Mother's iiahogany bureau, one of the few things they 
hac not burned before. She said the vision of a pretty miss, standing before the bureau for 
her to 3.ace up her dress in the back, cane before her, and she aleo saw the miss sitting in 
f ont of the marrow for her to comb out her long curly brown hair. She called I&nrod, her 
husband, and said, M Eln, M can't let iJisses' bureau burn up, we can't." They rushed in that 
burning building and dragged it out. It was heavy and they couldn't carry it very well. She 
pulled Mother's portrait from the wall, an oil painting made of her when she graduated from 
Old Salem College, she was 18 years old then. Magg tore the canvas a little, but saved it. A 
cameo pin that Father gave t'other just before thoy were carried, which was in the box that 
was buried with the few things, the picturem and tie bureau tire all that was saved, and they 
are still cherished by the family. The dining-room and kitchen were built away from the house, 
but it was connected by a long piazza latticed in, and the well was on this piazza, or platform. 
The Yankees poisoned the water in that well before leaving. The house burned flat to the 
ground, but for some reason, the dining-room anc kitchen and part of the piazza, was loft. 
That is all mother found of her once comfortable home, when she came back to it. 

The firing down on the river all stopped the riorning of the 22nd of February, 1&65. TJhen all 
hope was gone, the Mayor, who was Mr, John fauson, v.ent to the top of the E. B. Eilers building, 
which is still standing on the southeast corner of I.iarket and ?^ater Streets, and put up a white 
flag and surrendered the City to the enemy. 

I stood on the upstairs piazza, where SSrs. Potter now lives on LSarket Street, with Brother 
Sam en my arms, and saw the first ones land, some at the foot of Orange Street, and most of 
them landing at Market Street Dock. They landed by the thousands, it seemed to me. The street 
was a black mass of blue coats, a squad of officers came in the house and called to Mother to 
come down from the piazza and prepare the very best bed in the house for a wounded colonel, 
and to be quick about it. Ee wanted no southern airs, either. They were in a hurrju" 

Mother turned her sweet, gentle face to that ruffian, and told him she was only a boarder in 
"tiie house, but would do all she could for a wounded man, even though he were her enemy. lShile 
she was firing the bed with her own linens, one of the soldiers came in and said something to 
her. She said she was so nervous and so excited she did not understand what he said, but he 
took the diamond pin and earrings father gave her for a wedding, from her neck and ears. Just 
then one of the officers stepped in and heard what he said. She didn't, except she knew that 
he cursed her. The officer had him sent to jail, and said to him, "Fool, can't you tell a 
true born lady when you see one?" Re turned then to Mother and told he not to be frightened, 
he wo Id see tha-t every protection was given to her family, that they had taken the house for 
their officers, but would see that she and her family did not suffer for anything, and that 
they should have every protection, but they would have to move to the attic, and cellar, until 
they could find a better place. His orders were to take the house for Officer's Quarters and 

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lere was nothing/to do, so we moved to the attic, and we stayed there until we could get 
at the Rock Spring Hotel, some time later, 

fe Jidn't know what became of Mack Goorge, after that night. We never saw him again, and 
his uncle George, the coachman, I never saw him again until ay mother was dead, 13 years 
after the was, He knocked at tiie back door with hat in hand, and tears streaming down his old 
black face, and asked to see his old Missis' body, and to please let him drive the hoarse to 
the Cometery, he and his brother Albert had driven he, every day of her life until that awful 
war came, and he wanted to drive Old liiss for the last time in this world. And he did, Albert 
had died not long before Mother died. After draying Worth, and Worth ever since thoy went into 

When mother finished getting the bed reedy for the wounded Yankee, and the nan who cursed her 
had beer sent to jail, they brought in Colonel Corban, on a stretcher, and ]ut him, and four 
others, wounded men, in Father's bed. Then they brought in camp cots and placed two of the 
men on cots, and many others, not so high in rank were placed on other cots all over the houso, 
and my Mother had to nurse those horrid Yankees back to life, as much as she hated them. Well, 
it MM a blessing that she did, for we would have suffered for food if she had not, for the 
others had burnt up and stolen all we had. Grandmother Wright and the McMillans had left 
Sloop Folnt, the old family home, ana gone to Fayetteville to get away from the Yankees and 
they wanted Mother to go with them, but she v;ouldn*t go wcth the rest of the family, because 
•he wanted to be near where she could Eear from Father and send him freshk clothes and food. 

The officers in that house were gentlemen, if they were Yankees, They had plenty of every- 
thing which they had stolen from us, and others, and they were so grateful to Mother for her 
kindness and attention to them while helpless, iiiH.t they saw that we did not suffer then. 

Poor Father, when he did pet back to us after the war, was withouy a penny, not even a horse 
to work the faro, to make a crop, and not a rail left around the place. Then the Carpet- 
baggers time came, and the low, mean, trash which followed thu army for greed and degradation, 
and the foolish negroes took up with them, and did no end of ham. They killed Mr. Ruben 
Pickett's father, and beat Mrs. Baker nearly to death. They thought she was dead, or they 
would not have left without killing her. The year after the w^r was sorething terrible and 
the brutality was horrible, t&sthor went around, like a good angel she always was, helping 
every one she could, ?Jhile the Yankees were camping on our house at Glenn Mary, they broke 
open the smckohousos, took all the meat, and hauled away feed from the barns, #ere not satis- 
fied with that, but stuck their bayonets through the pigs, and let them squeal until they 
were sc weak they died, shot the cattle down, all that they couldn't take with them for meat, 
and when Mother went back home she did not have a chair to sit down on, or anything else. 
The negroes t? Id hor that when they burnt her furniture, they cursed the mahogany for smelling, 

She was a wealthy woman, having inherited from her father a great mny negores, a large bank 
account, and some very valuable city property, which hae exchanged prrt of, most of the square 
where St. John's Church is now, with some other property, for the Rose Hill Plantation of 
ten thousand acres, so she would have a place to put her negroes. She married a man of means 
also. He was a partner in the firm of McMillan and Davis, wholesale and retail merchants. Also 
a large bank account which was worthless after the war. He owned lands at rcnancville and 
Hallvillo, N, C, and the big plantation at Cat tie liaynes with >_ number of negroes to work it , 
This is very personal, but simply mentioned to show the condition that most of the business 
men and planters wore left in. Having lived in comfort all their lives, this is what they 
came home to. Two rooms perforated with shot and shells, and all the furniture they had was 
what they could make of goods boxes. My Mother, who had been reared in luxury, had to do 
everything; the only help she had was poor old black Mamnry^ who had nursed her in infancy, and 
her daughter Magg, Father's health gone, he was an invalid for ten years after the war. Old 
Clem, the man who always attended the horses, came back with some of the other negro men, (Clem 
died in the hospital here Jan, 19, 1921. The last thing he told me was to relata this story 
ell over again.) Mother had these i~en cut wood and timber, and flat it to town to sell, and 
some time afterwards she had them open the brickyard. Father was then able to direct them 
and Mother kept the books for both the brick and timber yards. And t ) is is the way they man- 
aged until they began to get on their feet again, but it was a hard struggle, because few 






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Clarendon is eight miles South of 
Wilmington on the Old River Road 
to Southport. 

P. O. Box 1027 

lad any money to buy with. They had all that land and nothing to pay the taxes and insurance 
vith, most all the planters were land poor, sifter the war. The ovorseers and tenants became 
rich men, and their -asters became poor. Eence the song, "The Overseers got in the Ricft lean's 
!euse w which the negroes used to sing, 

fhen Clem came back to the plantation, he told Mother of how they took the twelve horses and 
nules away from him, and when that dirty Yankee Colonel rode away on Lfothor's saddle horse, 
annie, she looked at him as much as to say, "Clem, don't let me go. ■ "Old Miss, I could 
Just see she looked when she winneid, and if I had-a-had a gun, I would 's shot that Yankee 
Pascal, if I had died the next minute." 

Before Father came home, Mother went back to Glenn I«Iary. She had no money to keep paying 
Doaru in town. (The Confederate money v/as no good then; One afternoon, n v.ere out picking 
irild berries, and had brought them to the house .hen we heard the most awful pleading, we 
sere standing on the piece of piasza that was not burned, and saw a large man kill another 
jne. He had knocked him in the head with a cudgel, down in the branch some distance from the 
louse. He saw us looking at Ma, and he began to curse and eiid, "Fe would come up there and 
finish the job." Y. T e ran into the house, locked windows and doors, and piled all the goods- 
dox furniture we could (jet, against them. I shall n^ver forget ibther's face. She looked at 
oe (I was t'-en about 16 years old) (iSrs. Rose), and said, "Ky darling, I would rather kill 
rou myself now than have you fall into the hands of that brute. The -an was at the back of 
ihe house by that time, cursing us and saying "if in didn't open the door he would break it 
tn." Mother v<as praying all the time, and tagg and I looked thconjjh one of the holes in the 
louse and paw a half-dozen horsemen coming up the avenue. The colored man had been sent to 
hewn to get. something to eat. The man saw the horsemen coming^ and he dashed for the branch , 
Jolonel Corban, and ome of his men, were ridijp for exercise, he was almost well then, and 
Just happened to turn into that lane. They didn't know where they were going. Iv-other said, 
■You see, God took care of Me and uy children all through that awful struggle. 1 ' They serched 
'or that man but he got away in the thicket. They went to the branch and buri<xi the dead 
nan. Our lives were saved, after that, by Yankee officers, from a negro troop which luother 
ilways thought was the sane gang that killed I<ir. F.uben Pickett's father, but that is a long 
Jtory, and I have wr tten too long a one already j but when I wts asked to write something of 
tho woraon of the South, and what they endured during that awful war, I could only write of 
jne wonan, and she was the best and purest Cliristian I ever know. 

rhe Tacts given and. dictated by itrs. A. P. Rose, who was the 12 yeor old girl spoken of 7*hen 
fche war began. Soise facte also related to Margaret Hiilyaw by hoi- mother, S.J. Davis, 

Ir it/ten by: Mrs. Margaret Dixon Davis Philyaw in 1916. Mrs. Charles Lee Bragg, now. 

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